Ok, here we go.....
Job said, I am....
full of tossings, not, a burden to myself, afraid of all my sorrows, not wicked, clean in thine eyes, full of confusion, not inferior to you, as one mocked by his neighbor, not heard, gone, an alien, escaped with skin of my teeth, afraid, troubled, afraid of him, their byword, become like dust and ashes, brother to dragons, clean, innocent, righteous, and last but not least vile.